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Kill the Lights by Jangryang
Translator: Love Hwarang
Editor/Proofreader: Kaima
"Thank you."
Mason smiled at the clerk and picked up his coffee. The sales clerk seemed to recognize whom Mason was, but didn't venture to talk to him. In Beverly Hills, stars like Haley probably existed in every other household. However, the sales clerk did turn around and steal a quick glance at Haley.
Mason exited the café, thinking that it would be a good idea to build a coffee shop nearby. Even though it was nearly saturated with cafés, if he looked carefully, he might find a good location in the vicinity. This neighborhood was so expensive that, if he did a lavish interior decoration like he had originally planned, there was a danger of loosing half of his fortune. But still, there was nowhere better than this.
Mason did think about searching other neighborhoods more suitable for his budget, however, considering Haley's image, if he went to a rough neighborhood there would be a lot of idiots attracted to him. Mason had taken care of idiots before, but that didn't mean he had to continue living like that. He liked this neighborhood where nobody seemed to care about celebrities. No one was paying attention to Haley.
"Oh my, Liz? Liz!"
Hearing somebody call his name, Mason turned around feeling embarrassed at thinking, 'I like how no one here doesn't care about me. ' A hippie-looking woman, with huge breasts, smiled brightly at him and pulled him into a hug.
"―!"
Mason was squashed against her breasts, as he hugged her in a momentary confusion. She had a faint scent of musk on her.
"Why didn't you contact me? Huh, didn't you get my messages? You said you were going to contact me-"
Mason flinched, as she gave a friendly smile and grabbed his hands. Of course she wasn't someone that Mason knew. What could be her relationship with Haley? She sounded as if they were dating, but Haley liked men and so, that can't be it. Was she a friend? How were they related? This woman wasn't among all the people, he had heard about, from Tony. While Mason was spacing out, the hippie-woman must have thought that he was upset, because she giggled and tried to act cute.
"Honey, what's wrong? Are you mad, because 'the item' didn't have a strong enough effect?"
"What item?"
Did she buy and sell from Haley? Perhaps Haley's regular drug dealer? Mason eyed her suspiciously. But the woman was oblivious to Mason's reverie and started to make some excuses.
"You know, even if it was not potent enough, don't you think its effect is already manifesting? Did you watch Raynoah's interview yesterday? He was verrrry friendly, " she said in an exaggerated tone. Mason frowned when Raynoah's name popped up suddenly.
"Honey, just wait three more months. I'd say, I'm already feeling it! Coming― He is coming! I saw you and Raynoah in my dreams today, being all lovey-dovey."
"-... Is that so?"
Mason chuckled in response and she mumbled, "No, well, the dream wasn't vivid.... Anyway just wait for three months, okay?"
"Fine. I'll contact you in three months."
Mason gave a vague reply. He had a pretty good idea what she was getting at, guessing from her rambles so far. She looked happy at Mason's reply and pulled his ears down, whispering as if she was sharing a secret.
"Oh, a new item just came in. Do you want to buy it? It's a talisman, and this one also came from Japan. I heard, if you used it along with the item that you bought last time, the effect would be immediate. ―Well? Are you interested?"
"I only have two, so you need to decide fast." She made it sound as if only Mason was privy to this special offer. Mason smiled bitterly and told her that he'll take a rain check, since he didn't have any money. He left the woman, still arguing that she'll give it to him for a cheap price. He crossed the street, sipped the coffee and clicked his tongue. It was easy to figure out the relationships, Haley had with other people. People like Noah, who didn't want to use him, openly despised and avoided him and, people who wanted to suck everything out of him, approached him with smiling faces.
Mason sipped the coffee and stopped by a big mall on his way home, to pick up some supplies. A chemical to drain the sewer, a detergent, a rag to erase stains, a shovel and a small bag of cement. After buying some more, he caught a cab back home. Once inside, he climbed down the stairs and reached the basement.
His arms were shaking from carrying all the purchases, but he couldn't ask anybody for help. He threw the supplies in front of the basement door and wiped the sweat across his forehead.
When he opened the basement door, there was a faint smell of something rotting.
Yesterday, when Tony woke Mason up late in the afternoon, he had been in a state of panic. Mason was flustered and had felt absurd.
He had dreamt of sleeping with Noah. He'd have been weirded out, even if it had only been a dream of them holding hands platonically. But in that dream, Mason has had sex with Noah. The smuttiest and most vulgar sex, he had ever known.
So, did the mind not control the body? Mason had slept satisfactorily after getting erect to a woman; but the lewd and dirty gay sex dream, had made him feel as if his soul was flowing out of his mouth. It had felt as if the Gods were whispering in his ears, to not take his life as a joke. Telling him to shove it up his ass, unless otherwise.
Noah had been chatting on TV and smiling prettily and as soon as he saw his face, Mason had remembered Noah's pretty lips from the dream. 'How do you want it? Do you want me to poke you and tear it to rags down there? Yeah? Fuck, tell me. ' Wild and vulgar words had spilled from those lovely lips.
When Tony had worriedly asked him if he was sick, Mason had answered 'Yes, I don't feel well' and had hurriedly tucked his legs under the blanket. Because, just laying his eyes on Noah in TV, had been enough for his nether regions to throb embarrassingly.
Since they were both men, sporting a morning wood wasn't so embarrassing, but the burning sensation Mason had felt in a subtly different position, had left him flustered. The spot in the inner part of his butt, where Noah had thrust deeply in his dream as if to rip it apart, a spot that he was embarrassed to talk about, had been trembling.
After sending Tony away, whose only business had been to tell him that 'Noah was talking about you!' Mason wondered about his dream and replayed Julia's DVD on the flat screen.
Mason watched her and hastily rubbed himself. Since it was already semi-erect, he was able to cum quickly. However it had felt weird and Mason frowned at a feeling of loss. It was completely different from the crazy pleasure he had felt during the dream.
He stood up and went straight to shower, and after that he had started to clean up the house. While showering, the diamond piercing had started to get on his nerve, a lot more than before he had fallen asleep. But it was still not easy to remove, and his back had started to ache from all the bending and so, he had given up.
Mason went down to the basement and wishing to avoid the reality, he had thought embarrassedly, 'Well, whatever, it's not as if someone would know ―. ' He tried to organize his mind, 'so what if he felt a bit guilty, he could do nothing about it. Everybody had a perverted side and this was nothing. It had been just a dream and he didn't even actually try to do it. And it wasn't illegal. A dream cannot be controlled by a person's will, and there was no way he would have that dream again. At least once in their lives, people have dreams about having sex with someone completely unexpected. One time, Mason had dreamt of having sex with his neighboring widow, Mary. Thinking back at how bad the relationship had been with Mary, it was understandable of him to dream about Noah. Noah was pretty and ―. ' While nonsensical and rational thoughts have been spinning back and forth in his mind, Mason had opened the basement door and stood frozen.
'... ― '
It had been a perfect decision to clean up the basement, in order to calm his head. As soon as he had opened the basement door, thoughts about Noah erotically licking his lips and murmuring coarse curse words had flown away from his head.
Inside the basement, there was a faint smell of something rotten. It was an awful smell, something that Mason was very well familiar with.
Yay! the basement!
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